I Thought We Were More Ch. 01

Jacob would have given anything to just talk with Clair. She was in his Calculus class and sat in front of him every Tuesday and Thursday. He wanted to try the typical “studying together” approach but didn’t exactly know how to begin with her.

Would he just walk up and offer to meet with her after class? No, that wouldn’t work because he had never actually said a single word to her. People didn’t just walk up to strangers in their class and offer to study together. It would be too obvious what his true intentions were.

The fact was, he was enamored by her. To him no other girl came close. She was thin and petite, with long curly hair. Her face was soft and round and her brown eyes were big and always full of happiness. She almost always had a smile on her face. She was perfect to him with a body that was tight and firm from years of either jogging and or swimming.

He knew she was smart too. He could see her test grades as the teacher passed out their papers every week. She almost never had problems in the class. Maybe he could simply ask her for help.

She seemed like a nice enough person that she would probably go for it. But then he immediately started to worry about the whole stranger thing again. He had never talked to her before, he didn’t even know her. He couldn’t just walk up to her and start suggesting she help him pass this class.

Thursday rolled around, and since most people left town for the weekend, Thursdays were the biggest party night for their small college town. Jacob didn’t want to miss an opportunity to join in the fun, so he got with his buddies Fred and Derek at the town’s one major club, Honky Tonk’s.

Since the college town was located in the middle of the hill country most of the club was dedicated to country and western dancing. Speakers hung from the ceiling and blasted out Brad Paisley and Dirks Bently while guys wearing pearl snaps and tight fitting jeans spun girls wearing plaid shirts and even tighter fitting jeans around the dance floor.

Jacob passed right through this room to the back room, which was called Bedonky Donks. This continuation of a country song’s name was the hip hop side of the club, although it was much smaller than the country and western side.

Stripper poles were positioned all over the small room and a cage stood on either side of a large stage that held a DJ booth.

No professional strippers ever stepped foot in the club. Instead the poles were intended for the more adventurous girls that entered the club. Any girl that came in could give any of the poles a dance or they could climb into the cages and shake what they had for all of Bedonky Donks’ to see.

Jacob, Fred and Derek cruised over to the large bar that took up the entire right side of Bedonky Donks and each of them ordered a beer. They then began to scan the crowd, looking for anyone they knew or any girls worth watching on any of the poles or the cages. Jacob immediately spotted a group of girls around one of the polls and recognized one of them as Clair. He couldn’t believe she was actually here.

She was not one of the girls actually attempting to dance on the pole. Instead she was nervously watching as one of her friends grinded the pole like a true pro. The girl on the pole was practically oozing with confidence and she gestured to Clair to take her turn on the pole.

“Come on, show us what you got.” The girl shouted over the beats of the hip hop music.

“I’ve never danced like that before, I’ll look ridiculous.” She said back, cupping her hands around her mouth.

“Just pretend it is a giant dick, and you are trying to make it stay hard.” Another of the girls said, obviously drunk.

Clair rolled her eyes and allowed her body language to reflect the fact that she was not going to be dancing on the pole any time soon. One of the girls grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the pole.

“Just do what I do….. We’ll give it a threesome” She said laughing.

Jacob found himself moving closer and closer to the group of girls around the pole. Before he knew it, he was about ten feet from the two girls now dancing against the pole.

Clair’s friend moved gracefully around the pole and Clair watched with true interest. Soon she too was bumping and grinding against the pole with surprisingly good technique. Jacob was truly captivated.

He could have watched her forever, but suddenly their eyes met. She looked at him as if he was looking at her while she was naked. They both just froze as she realized he had seen her dancing and he realized she had seen him watching her.

She tried to play it off as if she had been making a joke and even shoved her friend who was still dancing on the pole and then started acting as if she was laughing. Jacob knew this was his one chance to save the situation. Otherwise things would be awkward between them from here on to eternity.

He stepped forward and said the best line he could come up with in the two seconds it took to close the distance between them.

“Hey, why did you stop? I thought you were doing great.”

Even in the black lights he could tell she was blushing. He had taken a huge risk blurting out such a completely forward statement, but it was a take it or leave it kind of opening. Either she would shoot him down and he would drop the class to avoid ever having contact with her again, or she would talk with him and he might have a shot.

“Oh whatever, I suck.” She said laughing and looking at the ground. “That was truly terrible pole dancing.” Things were looking good. The fact that she had somewhat insulted herself meant she was slightly nervous.

“No, I’ll show you some terrible pole dancing.” Jacob said moving towards the pole. He was now going to completely humiliate himself in an attempt at both humor and making her feel like she had the upper hand.

He stood with his back to the pole and began to bump his ass against it to the beat. He looked like someone that possessed no rhythm was trying to twerk on the pole.

He smeared a goofy look on his face and was sure to make eye contact with Clair and each of her friends as he performed the whole charade. Again he was taking a huge gamble, but he knew they would all either laugh with him or at him. Either way, he hoped he could spin the situation into his favor.

“Wow, you are right, even I danced better than that.” Clair said laughing.

Jacob stepped away from the pole with his hand out stretched to her and said “Well maybe you can show me some moves?”

She looked down at his hands and then around at her friends. Looking back up at him she said “You probably want to dance with one of my friends, they are all way better dancers than I am.”

“Nope, I’m pretty sure it is you I want to dance with.” Jacob said, still holding his hand out to her.

He couldn’t believe the luck he was having with getting off the decent lines that evening. He was fairly certain he was batting 1000 right now. Clair chuckled and took his hand.

They danced awkwardly for awhile and talked about the class they were both in and after awhile made their way over to the bar. Before they knew it the evening had gotten even later and soon 2am brought the club to a screeching halt. The overhead lights came on and everyone began to funnel out of the place.

Jacob and Clair walked out into the parking lot where Jacob finally asked her for her phone number. He called her phone with her standing in front of him and said, “There, now you got my number too.”

“Great.” She said “Call me, or if it is later in the evening or if I don’t answer, just send me a text.”

“I’ll do that.” Jacob said. He wasn’t sure if he should try for a kiss just yet but before he knew what was happening, she leaned over and pecked him on the lips.

Her eyes locked with his as her face moved away, and for a second he was hypnotized by her gaze. He smiled like an idiot as her face glided away from his and he turned and walked to his car. He felt as if he was practically floating to his driver side door.

As he lay in bed, he couldn’t sleep. He just kept replaying the whole evening in his head. He was in such a daze he barely felt his phone vibrate on the edge of his bed.

He reached over and looked at the screen. The text was from Clair.

“You still awake?” It read.

“Yeah, kinda hard to sleep.” He typed back. A moment later the phone vibrated again.

“Yeah, me too.”

He lay there thinking about how lucky he was to be texting the girl he had such a crush on when the phone vibrated again.

“I think I can’t sleep because I am a little horny”

Jacob sat strait up in bed. He read the screen of his phone three times before he actually believed what he was reading.

“Really?” he typed back.

“Yeah, I have always thought you were cute. I just can’t believe you danced with me and asked for my number.”

“I always thought you were cute too.” Jacob typed back. He brought back the previous message she had typed just to read the words ‘I am a little horny’ once again.

His penis was now at full attention beneath the sheets.

“I wish you were here to cuddle with me.” Her next text read.

Jacob read this text 5 times before he decided to take another gamble.

“I could be, if you like.”

“I don’t know why you didn’t offer to have me over to your place to begin with you silly boy.”

Jacob slammed his head into his pillow at this text. She was right.

Her text after that was her address and Jacob threw on some pajama pants over his boxers and put on a white T shirt. He ran out to his car and fired up his GPS navigator on his dash board.

When he pulled up to her apartment and climbed the three flights of stairs to her floor he found her waiting for him in the hall way.

She was wearing Yoga pants and a spaghetti string tank top. She had no bra on, but hardly needed it for her small A cup sized breasts. Her top was short and came no where near the waist of her yoga pants and his eyes were drawn down to her tight stomach and slender but strong legs. She immediately ran to him and pressed her chest against his.

“I can’t believe you actually came over.” She said looking up into his eyes.